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| Phoenix by Timo-san |
from a long day of
nothing
but mental masturbation
and self-flagellation
Brain packed with eider down
fuzzed filled
forgetful
The clock
the enemy
ticking away the day
time to rally
move the leaden limbs
accomplish something
anything
maybe tomorrow
I've been shot down
in flames
and I want to believe
in rebirth
but I'm still waiting
burnt feathers
and charred carrion.
submitted for One Single Impression, Birdie
Gooseberry Garden, Poetry Picnic, Feathers
submitted for One Single Impression, Birdie
Gooseberry Garden, Poetry Picnic, Feathers
11 comments:
Great poem. I can readily identify with these feelings.
oy so you had a rough one eh? hope that phoenix finds its ways out of the ashes...
this is beautiful,
smart combination of prompts, smiles.
Happy Weekend!
I liked how the author was so exhausted that it just came spilling out. Good job, mosk
Superb. Love it dearly.
Hey! good poem here.
self torture, flagellation & mental masturbation.
beat it! just beat it (as the fella said).
hope hangs out here.
thanks for sharing.
But tomorrow's another day! (Swell to music)
Boy have I felt like this! Great writing.
Depression SUCKS! It eats itself and gets bigger. I hate it.
Yep, we are all waiting...
Nice!
Yes, can relate. Sigh.
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